Kano and Mickey J - Random Antics текст песни

Rah rah, East London madness
I'm that kid who the f*** is Alex
Straight one take, I don't need no ad-libs
Some full shaves so the booth is blackness
Watch no face when you see the palace
No shaped-belt so the jeans are saggin'

Rah rah, East London madness
I'm KA who the f*** is Alice
Back to bills I don't bun the jallis
Run them clubs like I'm the caddy
Rah rah, East London madness
I'm about this, who the f***'s about this?

I ain't tryna rise, no shots or sadness
But stamp that p***y if he chat's about me
Go! Go!
Call the ambulance, my n****s went over the top like capses
I meant hats off but the line didn't match sh**
But say suttun', get sparked like matches
Kick down doors like f*** the latches
Get that paper from under the mattress

Rah rah, East London madness
On the Eiffel Tower, and I ain't from Paris
Been around the globe, yeah I told the atlas
Baybruel, Melbourne, here and Dallas
Down dirty south, I don't seek the catfish
Now the dollars are stackin'

Rah rah, East London madness ...
And I got a cousin up in Catteriss
Now it's on random antics
But imma wrestle n****s like Randy Savage ...
Remember Randy Savage?
If n****s thought that Kano had vanished
They'd be dust cause the flow so magic
May be dust cause the dose is acting
I used to write bars on the train to Acton
Cold tough enough - yeah old-school garage

Rah rah, East London madness
RIP Mike but who the f***'s the baddest?
Tell the truth Mike, who the f*** the baddest?
Don't make me loose Janet

Rah rah, East London madness
GH, Lethal, Wiley and Dizz
East End, Barking, Bow and Stratford
Latem, Plasdale, Ilford, Acton

Rah rah, East London madness ...
But I don't need Giggs's ad-libs

My chick look straight at the beauty pageant

But tall, buff tings yeah that's a sandwich
Drink till an***a fall down like Bambi
F*** that ghost n***a blame the Brandy
Hooligan style, tell an***a let's have it
F*** it, full'a cash and still bump the candy
I heard the bang-beat from Addis and Lee
Simpsons now, who's driving? Maggie?

Rah rah ...
Ay, tell 'em what Racks on Racks is
Tell them to make it round, n****'s acting, cats rich
Straight drown man like I was the baptist
Umbrellas out, turn chicks Rick anters
No long chat, no chit, just action
Tank not empty but ain't no gas in
Cardin' callin' Pepsi but ain't no maxin'
Boom street viv-vav, doin' the matsi
Too many bags, still can't get a taxi
Set the automatic
Run dem streets like Paul and Radcliffe

Rah rah, East London madness
Fully equipped like go-go gadget
Bedroom bullet like Shab and Radgin
And don't stop at all like buja-bantern
Good girls gone bad, dressin' is rank
And work dem curves like Jessica Rampi
Roger that - this is the perfect, no practice
I rock the boat, scream "Aye aye Captain!"
Fill my shoes, no beach with sand in
Let a man wear it, whoever the cap fits
Near n***** star, but the swagger's lacking
I'm a holster like you hold the gang
And heard man like ... gangster sacksive
But I'll make you fill the gap in

Rah rah, East London madness
They say I'm the best and I just say gracias

And I tell a man...
Say something (say nothing!) What!
Say something (say nothing!) What!
Say something (say nothing!) What!
Say something (say nothing!) What!

And I tell a man...
Say something (say nothing!) What!
Say something (say nothing!) What!
Say something (say nothing!) What!
Say something (say nothing!) What!


Thanks to TheDon for correcting these lyrics